Quick Transmigration: The Foolish Beauty Saves the World

Chapter 133 The Useless Prince's Power Seizure (11)

According to the original timeline, without external interference, this country would have expanded its territory and developed rapidly under the leadership of the Yu Dynasty.

Subsequently, the emperor and empress's eldest son, Yu Yin—who was also Yu An's father—ascended the throne, and with this glory, began the prosperous era of the Great Yu Dynasty.

Next, Yu'an continued the prosperous era, recruited talented people, promoted reforms, strengthened the national power of Yu, and ensured that the people lived in peace and contentment.

This is what Jingli meant by getting back on track.

But getting back on track is easier said than done.

The caged bird looked up, and the seemingly blue sky above always seemed to have a hint of gray, making one feel inexplicably uneasy.

Inside the palace, Jingli and Yu'an had already finished bathing.

The ill-fitting clothes that Yu An had changed out of had been thrown away somewhere, and the palace servants found him a set of clothes that still fit.

Although they were both servants' clothes, the material was far better than what Yu An had worn before.

It looks much better now.

Jingli felt a little tired, but he didn't dare to show it. With his slightly damp long hair loose, he casually leaned back on the chaise lounge and beckoned to Yu An.

Yu An obediently approached Jing Li.

"Listen carefully, from now on you will be my little bunny. If I want to find you, you have to come."

These words were quite blunt, completely different from their previous "friends" relationship.

Yu An inwardly mocked himself, but still knelt down and answered respectfully, "Thank you for the reward, Your Highness."

Jingli raised her eyelids slightly and asked with little interest, "Little one, what's your name?"

This was done for the palace servants, and also to give Yu An an opportunity to fabricate his own identity.

"Your Highness, I have no father or mother, no name or surname. I was adopted by a blind old woman when I was a child. The old woman hoped that I would be safe and sound, so she called me Xiao An."

Although the blind old woman was among the servants, she wasn't strictly speaking a "servant." It's said that she was originally a palace maid who had some influence among the lower-ranking servants, but for some reason she went blind. Fearing that she might offend the nobles in the palace, she voluntarily moved to the servants' quarters and lived in a small room, doing odd jobs that didn't require her eyes.

Yu An was able to find a chance to escape from the slave community, thanks in part to the help of the blind old woman.

Even if the palace staff investigated, they wouldn't find anything else.

"That's a good name, then I'll call you Xiao An too." Jing Li yawned and continued, "Xiao An, how old are you this year? Can you read? Do you have any martial arts skills?"

"Your Highness, I am eight years old (by Chinese reckoning), I cannot read, I am not strong enough, and I do not know martial arts."

Jingli blinked, weighing the credibility of his words in her mind.

Regardless of age, Yu An was an unregistered resident of the slave community. Living in such a place, he suffered from chronic malnutrition, making it impossible to guess his exact age.

It's a lie that he can't read; otherwise, he wouldn't have mentioned sending a message to Jingli before.

Saying they don't have enough strength is nonsense; unless a child at this age is exceptionally gifted, they certainly don't have much strength.

It's a lie that he doesn't know kung fu. When Jingli first went to the slave community, Yu An held a dagger to his own neck. Although his movements were clumsy, he must have practiced before.

There are three pieces of information in one sentence: two are false, and the other is difficult to distinguish between true and false.

Jingli sighed softly to herself, unsure whether to call the other person shrewd or to feel sorry for their wariness.

But outwardly he still had to continue the act.

Jingli changed her posture, resting her chin on her hand.

"Such a piece of trash is best kept around to entertain me."

The young eunuch waiting nearby leaned close to Jingli's ear and said, "Your Highness, the Empress has returned."

Jingli's expression changed slightly. He jumped off the chaise lounge and picked up Yu An from the ground with one hand.

“Perfect, let my mother see the doll I picked up.”

The warmth of her hand seeped through Yu An's collar and touched her skin, making Yu An feel a slight heat.

Then, her small hand clasped Yu An's.

Yu An felt a thin layer of dampness again.

He didn't think much of it, assuming it was because Jingli had just taken a bath.

No one knew that Jingli's heart was in her throat.

This is another risky move.

He's gambling.

It's a gamble that this news will summon Langyue first, not the emperor.

The second bet is on Langyue's attitude towards Yu An.

As long as she doesn't intend to kill Yu, there's still room for maneuver.

Jingli took a deep breath, then channeled a wisp of energy to protect the two of them before leading Yu An towards the courtyard.

"Mother!"

Today, Langyue was dressed in a bright red dress, her long hair was piled up high and adorned with glittering gold hair ornaments, and she exuded an arrogant aura.

She walked steadily but very fast. Before Jingli could even stand still, she was slapped.

"evil creature!"

The slap was so loud that Jingli didn't even feel the pain before tears welled up in her eyes.

He covered his face, looking completely bewildered.

This development was something Jingli had never imagined.

Although Lang Yue was strict with Jing Li, he never laid a hand on him. In Jing Li's memory, Lang Yue had never even slapped the original owner's hand, let alone slapped him in front of everyone.

Yu An was also startled by Lang Yue's posture, but quickly calmed down and knelt down hastily.

Jingli showed no intention of letting go of Yu An's hand, and, feeling dizzy, knelt down with him.

Jingli felt his cheek swell up from the beating, a tingling, burning, and painful sensation. Fortunately, he suppressed the grievances of his young body and saw several figures slowly approaching behind Langyue.

“Oh dear sister, how could you be so heartless to the Third Prince?” The woman spoke quickly, taking three steps at a time, and came to Jingli’s side. “Look at that little face. His Majesty will be heartbroken when he sees it tomorrow.”

Jingli then began to sob and shed tears.

"Sister, don't stop me from disciplining this brat today! Not only did he make Cheng'er cry yesterday, but today he's kidnapped a doll from somewhere and wants to compare its size with Cheng'er's little rabbit!" Langyue's eyes reddened with anger. "How can this child treat a person like a rabbit!"

Jingli's heart stirred slightly.

The woman who spoke was none other than the Lady of August. She covered her mouth and chuckled, "Sister, that's not quite right. This servant is fortunate that His Highness treats him like a rabbit."

Lang Yue ignored this and said to the palace servants beside her, "Why aren't you sending this child back? You're just letting him cause trouble!"

Jingli's cries suddenly grew louder: "No! This is my doll! I won't let you take him away!"

That stubborn look with reddened eyes was exactly like Lang Yue's.

Lang Yue ignored her completely and said sternly, "Send them away!"

Jingli gripped Yu An's hand tightly, causing Yu An to feel some pain.

The palace servants dared not use brute force to separate the two, so they could only pull on Yu An's arm.

"You are not allowed to touch him!"

Jingli, like a cub guarding its food, opened its other free hand to protect Yu An behind it.

Yu An kept his head down, his thick eyelashes concealing a certain doubt in his eyes.

This little prince... why is he becoming more and more incomprehensible to him?